Big Stranger's Baby: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I’m nervous when I type in his email and start the call, but he answers right away. Gavin’s handsome face appears on the screen, smiling at me, a little morning stubble along his chin.

  “It’s good to see you,” he says.

  I smile. “Yeah, you too. Nice apartment.”

  He grins at me. “Nice… closet?” He cocks his head a little bit.

  I laugh and pick up the laptop, showing him the space. “Yep, it’s a closet. It’s a little more… comfortable than my room.”

  “Looks cozy.”

  “Where are you?” I ask him.

  “In my living room.” He picks up his laptop and shows me his place. I got a quick view of a large wall that’s all windows and overlooks the city. I see the kitchen, which is all spacious and modern, before coming back to him. His apartment is nicely decorated though simple, which doesn’t surprise me. I bet he had someone come in and set it up for him, and hasn’t changed a thing since.

  He’s shirtless, and I’m surprised to catch some tattoos on his skin. He watches me with amusement for a second.

  “Nice,” I say.

  “You’ll see it for real soon. If you want.”

  I nod quickly. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

  I feel really nervous, I realize, way more nervous than when we went out together.

  “Do you know why we’re Skyping right now?” he asks me softly.

  I nod slowly. “I think so.”

  “Tell me why.”

  “You want to teach me.”

  “That’s right.” He smirks at me. “And I want to watch. Make sure you’re doing exactly what I tell you.”

  “Okay,” I say, leaning back. “What do you want me to do?”

  “First, close your eyes.” He waits a second. “Go ahead, really close them.”

  I smile and close them. “Okay,” I say.

  “I want you to picture us together, alone, maybe alone in this little spot of yours. You’re dressed the way you are right now, and you look so fucking sexy. I can barely keep my hands off you.”

  “What are we doing here?” I ask him softly, already feeling the excitement.

  “Hiding,” he says. “We’re hiding from your family. But not in a bad way. You took me into your closet because you wanted privacy.” He pauses for a second and I let that sink in, amplifying my desire.

  “Imagine the way I kiss you,” he continues. “Imagine me pressing you against that wall, taking your wrists and pinning them up against the wall. Imagine my lips lingering along your skin as I press you there, holding you tight, kissing you, slowly moving my palms down the length of your curves. How do you feel?”

  “Excited,” I whisper, seeing it in my mind. I’m dripping wet, but I can’t tell him that. I can’t actually say those words. It’s too dirty.

  “Good,” he says. “I kiss your lips and your neck before my hands move down to your breasts, teasing them, teasing your nipples. One hand remains on your breast while the other slowly sinks down to your panties.”

  I bite my lip, breathing faster and deeper as he speaks. I can practically feel the graze of his rough fingers over my soft skin as he speaks to me in his deep and sexy voice.

  “Now, Sadie, I want you to take your hand and do what I’d do.”

  I open my eyes, a little surprised. “You what?”

  “Close your eyes,” he chides. “Go ahead. Close them.”

  I bite my lip and do as he says.

  “Now, take your right hand and slide it down the front of your panties.” He pauses and for a second, I’m not sure if I can do it.

  But the image in my mind of his fingers down between my legs pushes me onwards. I do as he says, slowly sliding my hand down the front of my panties.

  “You’re dripping wet,” he says. I let out a soft, surprised moan. “I knew it,” he continues. “I knew you’d be soaked. You’re so desperate for my touch, you absolutely crave it, and you’re finally getting it. Now, slowly and gently, rub that nice little clit of yours.”

  I do as he says. I’ve gotten myself off before in the past, so I know what I like, but I’ve never, ever, ever touched myself in front of someone else. I’ve never done anything like this. And it’s so fucking exciting. Instantly pleasure rolls through me and I keep my eyes shut tight, afraid that if I open them, I’ll get too nervous.

  “My fingers down between your legs,” he says, almost a whisper, chills running down my spine. “I kiss your neck and bite your lower lip as I rub your clit in circles. Over and over, softly then harder, responding to your every moan and move.”

  I touch myself as he speaks, seeing this in my mind. I can feel his hard body against mine, his muscles tough and intense as I touch myself. I can hardly believe that I’m doing this, but it’s way too exciting to stop.

  And it feels good. I can’t deny that. It feels so damn good.

  “I slide my fingers down to your pussy and press them slowly inside of you. God damn girl, you’re so fucking tight, and I love how warm and slick you are. My cock is so hard as I kiss you, my tongue in your mouth, my fingers deep inside of your pussy.”

  I do as he says, pressing my fingers inside of myself. I can’t believe how good it feels. My fingers are smaller than his, so I can only imagine what that would be like. And his cock is bigger than either of our fingers. He’ll tear me to pieces when I let him fuck me, and as I sink my fingers deep inside of myself while he speaks to me, I can’t wait for it.

  Moans escape my lips as he watches. I fuck myself with my fingers, slowly at first.

  “Not too fast,” he whispers. “I want to make this last. I press them deep in and out, teasing you, before pulling them back and working your clit again.”

  I follow his directions, word for word, feeling myself.

  “That’s right. I roll back and press them inside, good girl, just like that.”

  “Oh shit, Gavin,” I whisper. Pleasure floods through me. I know he’s watching me, actually watching me touch myself. It’s so dirty that I’m doing it for him. I thought I wouldn’t be able to do something like this, like my nerves would stop me.

  But as soon as he started talking to me, and I actually touched my body to his voice, my nerves instantly dissolved. I don’t feel self-conscious anymore as I run my fingers inside of myself, fucking my own pussy while Gavin watches me.

  I can’t believe how good it feels. I’ve touched myself before, of course, but never like this, never with a man talking to me and watching. That just makes it so much hotter. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this for him, but pleasure rocks through me and I know I can’t stop.

  “God damn, girl,” Gavin says. “Do you know how sexy you are, moaning like that? You like my fingers deep in that wet little cunt, don’t you?”

  I gasp a little. He’s so dirty. “Gavin,” I moan. “Don’t.”

  “Don’t?” He smirks at me. “You mean, don’t say cunt? I think you like it. You want me to be dirty. You’ve been too good for too long, now it’s time to be bad for your Daddy.”

  I groan, fingers rubbing myself faster.

  “Take off your panties,” he says. “Now. I want to see that dripping wet pussy.”

  I obey him, sliding them off. I spread my legs, even though I’m a little self-conscious.

  “Fucking hell,” he says. “You’re goddamn perfect. I want to tongue that little pussy until you scream. Pick up that vibrator.”

  I do as he commands, heart hammering. “I’ve never used one of these before.”

  He smirks a little bit. “Good. You’re in for a treat. Turn it on.”

  I hit the button and it starts to vibrate. I giggle a little bit.

  “It’s funny, but you’ll like it,” he says. “Close your eyes now.”

  I do as I’m told, leaning back and settling in again.

  “Now, take the vibrator, and gently roll it along your clit. Gently at first.”

  I do it, and gasp as pleasure floods me. “Holy shit,” I say.

  “Imagine t
hat’s my tongue and lips, sucking your clit while my fingers fuck you,” he says, his voice deep and sure of itself.

  I moan, head tossed back as I work myself with the vibrator.

  “Just as you get close, I’ll grab your hips and turn you around, spread your legs wide. You want to spread wide for me?” he asks me.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I say, and desire floods through me.

  “That’s a good girl. Now work that pussy. I’m going to spread those legs wide and slide my thick cock deep inside of you. I don’t think you can handle it at first, but we’ll work you nice and slow, get you good and wet.”

  I roll the vibrator along my clit then slide it down to press inside of myself. It feels so good as I roll it up and down my pussy, inside and back to my clit. I can hear his voice but it’s getting lost in the pleasure as I get nearer and nearer to an orgasm. I can feel it building inside of me. The vibrator is almost too intense.

  “When you’re ready, I’ll fuck you deep and hard. I can fill your little pussy up to the brim, stretch you out, rip you apart. I’ll fuck you rough and slap your ass, make it hurt a little bit, make you beg for it.”

  I’m so wet, so dripping wet, and I need him. I need Gavin so badly I can barely think. The vibrator feels good, but I want his hands, his mouth, his skin against me. I can’t stop though, not with his voice pushing me further.

  “I’ll pull that hair and fuck your cunt deep and hard. Do you want to come on Daddy’s big fat cock?” he asks me.

  “Yes,” I moan. “God, I want to come.”

  “Go ahead,” he says, low and sultry. “Go ahead and come for Daddy.”

  “Oh fuck,” I groan, and I know I can’t stop myself.

  The vibrator pushes me over the edge as I come nice and hard. Gavin watches, but I don’t care about that. In fact, as soon as I start to come, I open my eyes and look at him. I want to watch him watching me. I like that I’m seen, I like that this is so dirty. It’s filthy and dirty and god it feels good, so fucking good. I shouldn’t be doing this but that only makes me want it more.

  I come hard while Gavin watches. He smiles at me as I slowly finish. I turn off the vibrator, the intensity too much for me, and set it aside.

  “Good,” he says. “Very good.”

  “I need to see you,” I say, panting, buzzing with pleasure.

  He smiles at me. “I know you do.”

  “When?”

  “Tomorrow,” he says. “Same time, same place?”

  I nod my head. “Yes, please.”

  “Good. Practice with that before you see me tomorrow. I want you ready.”

  “I will be.” I pause, before adding, “Daddy.”

  He grunts his approval. “Go get some rest,” he says. “I’m going to make you feel good tomorrow.”

  “I can’t wait,” I say softly.

  “Talk later?”

  “Sure.” I blow him a kiss.

  He grins and then disconnects. I watch the screen for a second before collapsing back against the pillow, hugging my knees up to my chest.

  I can’t believe that just happened. I just got myself off on camera in front of Gavin while he talked to me. I guess that was like long distance sex or something. It was dirty and he has such a filthy mouth, but I really, really liked it.

  I want more, actually. I want a lot more. I want him to do everything he said he’d do and more. I want to feel his big cock between my legs and let him lick my pussy until I scream.

  I need him to teach me. He’s my Daddy and I need him to make me feel good.

  11

  Gavin

  I keep thinking about Sadie getting herself off for me. She seems so innocent and good, but there’s a dirty freak locked deep inside of her, begging to get out.

  She just needs a man to teach her. When she calls me Daddy, my fucking cock gets so hard I can barely breathe, and I need more of that. I want to feel her pretty lips wrapped around my tip, feel her saliva sliding down my skin as she sucks me. I want to taste her and feel that tight virgin pussy wrapped around my cock.

  I can barely concentrate when I finally decide to go into the office. All that day I’m distracted. We text back and forth, mostly just talking about nothing. I ask about her life, getting to know her, and it feels good. I feel excited, giddy almost. It’s absolutely strange to feel like I’m getting this deeply involved with a woman so much younger than me, especially one that I shouldn’t have anything to do with.

  But Sadie is clearly more than just a spoiled little rich girl. She’s gorgeous, of course, and fascinating. And I can’t help but like the fact that she’s a virgin and wants to give herself to me.

  It’s more than that. I like talking to her, like getting to know her. I actually enjoy finding out what makes her happy, what makes her sad, and generally what makes her an interesting person. And I like telling her about myself.

  I never expected to have a secret relationship with a girl her age, but here I am. I can’t exactly stop it. I wouldn’t want to, even if I could. She makes me feel too damn good to stop.

  Finally, the next night arrives. Instead of taking the town car like usual, I decide to drive myself. I take one of my old classic cars, a black Mustang from the ‘70s. As I pull up in the usual spot, I don’t feel nervous. I feel only excited.

  She’s standing underneath the light again. She’s wearing a short skirt and a light gray blouse open at the top two buttons, showing off just enough of her breasts. I roll down the passenger side window and grin at her.

  “Need a ride?” I ask.

  She laughs and leans down. “I didn’t know you knew how to drive.”

  “I may be a city boy, but I can do things.”

  “You’re a rich city boy, at that.”

  “Get in here before people think you’re a hooker.” I grin at her.

  She blushes. “Gavin!”

  “What? You think there aren’t hookers in this city?”

  She grumbles a little and climbs in. “Nobody’s going to think I’m a hooker.”

  “A very, very high-class hooker,” I say to her. “Of course.”

  She nods. “That’s better.”

  I grin and roll up the window before pulling out into traffic. “So, where do you want to go?”

  She raises an eyebrow. “No plan this time?”

  “None,” I say. “I decided it’d be more fun that way.”

  She smiles and leans back in her seat. “Okay then. How about you give me a little driving tour?”

  I grin at her. “I guess you are new to the city.”

  She laughs. “Lived here most of my life.”

  “What about when you were at boarding school?”

  “Good point.” She shrugs a little. “I still think of this place as home.”

  “I get that,” I say. “Even if you’re not at a place all the time, it can still be home.”

  “Exactly,” she says. “This city, I don’t know. It’s in my family’s blood.”

  “I thought you didn’t buy into that family stuff.”

  She gives me a look. “I don’t, but I can’t deny who I am.”

  “Good point.”

  “And there are parts of my family that I like. We have breakfast together every morning, did I tell you that?”

  I grin at her. “I didn’t know that. Very cute.”

  “I guess it’s cute. It was better when I was a little girl. It’s strained now.”

  “Strained how?”

  She shakes her head. “Father and mother aren’t exactly in love anymore. And Peter is the only person that I get along with.”

  “You’ve talked about him before,” I say. “That’s really good. I wish I had a sibling.”

  “Maybe,” she says. “Except you could end up with one like Michael, and he’s the worst.”

  I nod knowingly. “Good point. He is the worst.”

  She laughs and I turn down along a backstreet. I don’t know wher
e I’m going, but I don’t really care. We keep chatting as I drive around aimlessly. The streets are mostly empty, but I drive slow anyway, mostly just to enjoy the city.

  We pass a few parks, groups of kids out late drinking too much, homeless people, even a family of four with an exhausted toddler hanging off the father’s arm. Sadie talks more about her family, about growing up in boarding school, about being raised by nannies. It’s such a foreign world to me.

  I was raised by my mother and my father, both working class people. Dad drank too much and Mom constantly gave him shit for it, but that never changed. They both smoked, which seemed normal back then, but I realized now that they both smoked way too much. Dad died of heart disease ten years ago, and Mom died of cancer five years after that.

  There’s one thing I’m thankful for. Although my parents couldn’t afford to send me to school, I still made it anyway. I made something of myself, and they saw that, at least a little bit toward the end.

  I don’t know what it would be like to grow up in a family like Sadie’s. I’d be a different man, I’m sure, maybe someone like Peter or like Michael. It’s amazing how much of you is created by chance, by the people you’re born to. Most of what you are is absolute luck, and not at all earned. I know that and so does Sadie. I was lucky to be born smart, and she was lucky to be born rich.

  “I have an idea,” I say to her suddenly. “A spot we can go see.”

  “Take me there,” she says, grinning.

  I pull a U-turn and head out west. Along the edge of the city runs a river, pretty dirty, but there are still some fish in it. I park my car in a mostly empty lot and we get out, waking toward the river.

  Ahead, there’s the start of a black wrought-iron staircase that descends down suddenly toward the water, down below the sidewalk.

  “Come on,” I say to her, stepping onto the stairs. “Down here.”

  She frowns. “That can’t be safe.”

  I bounce up and down hard on the stairs. They flex a little bit, which actually does make me nervous. “It’s totally fine,” I say.

  “Yeah, okay,” she says, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

  “That’s my girl.” I grin at her and we head down. I glance back up at her and catch a glimpse of her panties under her short skirt. She catches me looking but doesn’t do anything to stop me.